Fire of Moods

my eyes are gobsmacked,

for it has seen a beautiful sorrow.

I have never imagined sorrow with a pretty face,

yet I saw one.

neither did I expect sadness to captivate my heart,

but it did.

my unbelief could not breathe within me,

for it gazed upon its own doom in your charming face.

and your tears melt my heart,

that my unbelief withered away.

for you were a weeping sun,

that made sorrow more beautiful,

than the twinkle of a star in the night sky.


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